Cute idea I had; Blackwatch Moira’s girlfriend visits her to give a super cute packed lunch, and the blackwatch boos are just shocked that she is actually dating someone.
Hey it's me 103 years late with some drabbles lol. Did one for a few people bc this is cute af
"Why won't you tell us anything about yourself? You're always shrouded in secrecy," McCree complained.
"Unlike some," Moira started, not looking up from her paperwork, "I don't feel the need to share everything about my personal life. Especially with colleagues."
"Boring," McCree huffed, crossing his arms and laying back on the couch. "What about you, Genji?"
Genji simply glared back at McCree.
"Forget I asked," McCree grumbled.
The sound of the door to the room opening caught everyone's attention. You walked in slowly, a visitor pass hanging from your neck and a lunch bag in your hand.
"Hi," you said meekly, taking in everyone's watchful eye. "I'm looking for Moira…"
At the mention of her name, Moira looked up and smiled at the sight of you holding a lunch bag, standing nervously by the door.
"Hello dearest," she said, standing up to greet you and walking over. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
She draped her arm over your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug.
"I thought we might be able to have lunch together today," you said, holding up the lunch bag and shaking it lightly.
"That sounds lovely. Let me finish up this page and we can eat," she said, guiding you to the table she was seated at. "Sit here while I finish up."
"So you DO have a partner," came a drawl that was unfamiliar to you.
"I never said I didn't," Moira said, once again not looking up from her paperwork. "I've already told you I don't make my personal affairs public. You just happened to be here when my girlfriend showed up."
"Good thing, too. Otherwise we may have assumed that you're heartless forever."
"Hey, that's not very nice," you said, speaking up to defend Moira.
"Never mind him, dear," she said, placing a hand over yours. "He never says anything of value. Ignore him."
McCree let out an indignant huff and stood from the couch, skulking out of the room.
"I'm going to go too," Genji announced as he stood. "Enjoy your lunch."
You were finally left alone with Moira and you began unpacking the lunch you brought.
"They seem to like you," she said with a pleased smile.
"They do? I'd hate to know how they'd treat me if they didn't like me," you said, munching away.
"She is literal perfection, I'm tellin' you," McCree bragged as he walked along with Genji.
"McCree, the more you talk, the less I am inclined to believe you. I don't believe you at all, actually," Genji corrected. "Just admit you're single and we can drop this weird act."
"It ain't an act. For the millionth time she's REAL," McCree said with an annoyed huff.
Genji was about to stir McCree up again when McCree's phone started ringing.
"Hello?" McCree answered. "Sweetheart! How are you?" he asked into the phone.
Genji rolled his eyes at the sad attempt.
"Very funny, McCree," Genji started.
"Lunch? Now? You're here? I'll be there quicker than you can say 'Jesse is the most handsome man alive'," McCree said with a chuckle.
He ended the call and turned to Genji.
"You really had me going until the end there," Genji said. "I almost believed you."
"Wanna come meet my girlfriend?" McCree asked with a smug grin.
"Only to see what sad ploy you're attempting now. Dressing Torbjörn up in a dress doesn't count as having a gir…" Genji trailed off as the pair arrived to the entrance of the building.
There was in fact, a girl waiting at the entrance. When you spied McCree and Genji on the other side of the door, you smiled and waved at McCree, eager to see him. He stepped outside and you jumped into his arms.
"Jesse!" you chirped, happy to see him.
"Hey darlin'," he said with a grin. "How're you? I missed you."
"I missed you too," you sighed. "But I'm also hungry. Lunch time?"
Genji stood there, his mouth agape, but hidden due to his visor.
"Genji," McCree said, turning to face the cyborg, "meet my girlfriend."
"Aww, cute," McCree cooed. "Is that a picture of your sister?"
McCree pointed to the photo in a Simone France on Gabriel's desk.
"No," came an annoyed response.
"Your… daughter…?" McCree asked, very unsure about that one.
"Also no," Gabriel said with a frustrated sigh.
"Then who is she?" McCree asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"My girlfriend," he replied, continuing his work.
"Your girlfriend?" McCree replied with a snort. "You have a girlfriend?"
"Yes," came the exasperated response.
"This conversation is over, McCree," Gabriel interrupted. "Don't you have work to do?"
"As a matter of fact, I'm all caught up so I'm hangin' out," McCree said, too proud.
"Go hang out somewhere else."
"I can't believe you landed yourself a pretty little thing like that," McCree said, staring at the photo of you.
"She's not a 'thing', she's a person. And she's my person. You need to leave now," Gabriel said, standing and ushering McCree to the door.
"Alright, alright, I'm goin'," McCree said.
He opened the door leading out of Gabriel's office and was shocked to see the pretty lady from the photograph on his boss' desk standing in front of him.
"Well hello there," McCree said, leaning against the door frame.
"Hi…" you said, staring. "I think I have the wrong office, sorry."
"You don't have the wrong office," came the familiar voice of Gabriel from behind the cowboy.
"Hi Gabe," you said with a smile, standing on you tippee toes to get a view of him.
"Out of the way, McCree," Gabriel said gruffly, pushing McCree out of the way.
"So you are real," McCree said, surprised as he sized you up.
"...yes," you said, your brows furrowing in confusion.
"McCree here thought that I was lying when I said I have a girlfriend," Gabriel explained. "But now you're here, we all know you're real and it's time for lunch. Bye, McCree."
Gabriel ushered you into his office and locked the door before McCree could squeeze his way back in.
